She stepped forward. My sharp silver blade hit her throat in perfect aim. The second it took me to draw the long line on her neck was glorious. I watched as blood spilt from her and fell in beautiful red pools on the cold floor. Her body fell limp to the ground as the liquid quivered a little around her dead corpse. I slowly moved back and lowered my hand to look at the red stain on the knife. It glimmered in the light and only made more sense of what I had done. I knelt down by the body and drew my blade back up, nearest her heart. I etched an X where the empty space that would have held a heart would have been. She had no heart. Just a beat. A slow, cold, cruel beat that could calm the seas and kill a man in his steps. Small lines of blood started to seep through the flesh and show the X’s nature. I raised myself up and cleaned the sharp knife on my black sweatshirt. A freedom swept over me as death wasn’t standing far behind.